I worked with Michael Martin for more than 15 years. I considered him my team buddy, my friend and number one support in the unit, he had my back and I had his. It was like making a pact, come what may we would be there for each other. My description with him might be different from other staff in our unit. He was a man with few words but full of prides, he was proud to talk about his mother who took care of all her sons who had different personalities, proud that he joined military and became a marine, proud being a husband and father for Jessye and Sophie and lastly proud to be a nurse. For me I am proud that I've worked with Michael, the only person who had courage to go to the "14th floor" to defend me from somebody who tried to stain my credibility as a person and as a nurse. He was my number one cheer leader for every milestone in my life and on his own wa would make sure that I will be more focused at work especially on my last few months at work, able to retiri without any mishap. I remember he also said " before y get hurt, I will get hurt first". I wish all those who knew Michael saw the real him and listened to him when he tr he was a very smart guy, he had lots of knowledge abol. holistic, universe, mind over matter and influence of these subjects to each other. He was a person who had no filter, would say what on his mind and he would tell it on your face and not on your back. But he was also the first one who would apologize if he was wrong, he believed that a person need to accept consequence if there was any wrong doing.
After all those years working together , I always mentioned him to my family, and my sister is you the one who made me realized that Michael was the best gift given to me when I
was working at VA. Michael wherever you are hope you are at peace, until we meet again my team buddy.

To the family of Michael and his two beautiful daughters:
I am proud that I was the nurse recruiter at the VA and hired Michael as a brand new nurse for our new graduate RN program all those years ago.  He started his VA nursing career in our Spinal Cord Injury unit, a trial by fire for a brand new nurse.  He did very well there, especially with those that had behavior issues.  He transferred to our medicine floors after a couple of years in SCI and worked on our floor that had AIDS pts exclusively.  He found his way to acute psychiatry and that is where his 'home away from home' became.  He was a fixture on the night shift, and I am the night house supervisor, so we had many interactions over the years.  When I knew he was on duty, I had no worries about that ward at all, knowing he and his team would give the highest quality care to our veteran patients, and keep them and the staff, safe.  He was a Marine veteran, and had a special way of speaking to his fellow veterans who needed his care.  He was deeply passionate about his patients and though they were ill, tried to help them reach their full potential.  His work ethic was extraordinary - when he was scheduled to be at work, he was, almost without fail. I am still reeling from not seeing his name on the staffing sheet. His colleagues here at VA are devastated at his loss.
What Michael was most deeply passionate about were his two daughters 'baby girls'.  There was never a prouder dad who obviously loved his girls to distraction and was devoted to their care and happiness.
While Michael loved a good laugh, he was also quiet and contemplative at times.   Many of us who worked with him enjoyed philosophical discussions about life and love, the yin and yang, good and evil of life here on earth. He was a good friend to many as well as a stalwart colleague.  
A voracious reader of books on a variety of subjects, he was always searching, I'm not sure for what. I sincerely hope he has found it where he is now. RIP.

I can write a 10,000 page book on my Dad. I’m so blessed God gave me him, a dad who loved me with his entire heart and I’ve been fortunate to have that my entire 31 years on earth with him. Such a sentimental person, I’ve would have the most amazing conversations with him about anything and everything. He was larger than life, rules never applied to him, if he wanted to do it he would and if he didn’t you would know exactly why, because he told you himself 😅. I have so many memories with him but one that comes to mind was our beach days during Sophie and I’s summer break. Our Dad would work night shifts and pick us up right after in the morning , take us to Trader Joes to get food for the day and we would relax on the beach all day, every single day of the summer. We created nicknames/alter-egos that were only called upon at the beach, he was Shark Daddy, I was Dolphina Boss [being the oldest and a little bossy some might say] and Sophie was Skinny Fish [tiny and always cold], we would spend those days swimming in the ocean, laughing, eating, just enjoying each other. I have so many fond memories built alone on those days that I will always cherish. My Dad was one of a kind and I'm incredibly grateful to always and forever be his daughter ❤️

Micheal has been a great person and coworker to work with. He was kind, straight forward, and caring. He would never let his colleagues down. I would never forget that he left his planned annual leave slot to me when I was still a new nurse—he planned for a trip to celebrate his 60th birthday. He was a person who would just do the nicest things quietly. We will miss him.

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Michael Lee Martin

1 noviembre, 1958 – 15 enero, 2026

Funeraria del Angel Pico Rivera

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